I’ve always been a writer of sorts. From the time I was a little girl until my present late 30-somethingness I’ve always enjoyed writing. It comes somewhat easily. Though lately the words have been harder to find but I think that is mostly because the things I’d love to talk to you about I can’t at the moment.
I always wrote little stories. One, a short story about a guy who on a dare dressed as a woman & entered a beauty pageant. I was also working on the next great American novel when I was in high school. I don’t remember much of that story except it opened around Christmas and the title was two words separated by a semi-colon from the last sentence of the book. Which was obviously written before I finished it. I don’t know whatever happened to these manuscripts. They probably ended up in the bottom of a trash pile at the dump (this was long before consumer recycling…don’t gasp at me).
I have never considered myself artistic. I have trouble drawing straight lines and my lack of depth perception makes drawing and painting a hard learned task. In jr. high we had a couple of art classes. By a couple I mean two one-hour sessions out of the whole two years I was in jr. high. I drew a Samoyed, which now that I’m thinking I may have started it out by tracing the page. A few years later I drew a plant in a hanging pot, which was probably my best freehand. That too has been lost.
My “artistic” side has always been in a writing format. From short stories to poetry to what I write here. And even all this has changed since I was little. I don’t write as much poetry as I used to and I’m relearning how to be visually expressive when writing posts and the few short stories I’ve tried my hand at again.
But recently I’ve discovered a part of me that enjoys doing art. A couple years ago I’d read a post by Mandy that prompted me to go out and buy paint & brushes & canvases. I’d never painted outside of walls and watercolors with children. Since February I’ve been painting more. I’m trying to draw. To move past the, “I can’t do this, I don’t have any talent” and just allow myself to have fun. I try my best not to let my need for perfection dictate what my art looks like. Sometimes a misspelled word or paint in the wrong place works.
I’ve greatly enjoyed exploring this part of myself I didn’t know was there. I can’t wait to learn more. More in skill and about this part of me.